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Sheets of Light . a poem by Alice B. Clagett

Published on 14 April 2019

Dear Ones,

Late yesterday afternoon, after Palm Sunday Vigil and communion with the holy congregation, I was driving home.

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SHEETS OF LIGHT
A poem by Alice B. Clagett
14 April 2019

Light came down in sheets and folds
. . like cake mix falling into a cake pan
. . like clothes-pinned billows of wet sheets
. . . . .that fold and snap in a wild breeze
. . like Heaven slaloming
. . . . . through the streets.

Now, now is the time.

Dearest of the dear
Nearer than the breath of life
Faster than silver-footed thought

More sure than mother’s love
More curious than cats
More glorious than sunlight
. . caroming past Palm Sunday

Oh my Soul, remember!

. . . . .

In love, light and joy,
Alice B. Clagett
I Am of the Stars

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Iambic Tetrameter to Soothe Astral Rape Gangs … by Alice B. Clagett

Filmed on 01 January 2019; published on 21 February 2019

  • VIDEO BY ALICE
  • SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO
    • Iambic Tetrameter Sayings to Soothe Astral Rape Gangs
    • Postscript
      • Iambic Tetrameter: The Mother’s Heartbeat
      • Iambic Pentameter: The Slow Gallop

Dear Ones,

Here is a video on a rhythm of speech to create a calming effect on energies of astral rape in the noosphere. There is a Summary after the video …

VIDEO BY ALICE

SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO

Iambic Tetrameter Sayings to Soothe Astral Rape Gangs

Hello, Dear Ones, It’s Alice. I Am of the Stars.

I have been dealing with the issue of misogyny … hatred of women … on the astral plane through last night. A lot of other people have joined in. I have come to some startling, interim conclusions that I feel may help abate the energy of misogyny on the astral plane.

There is a type of rhythm that you can use, and words that you can use, that to me are reminiscent of a mother’s heartbeat. I think that the issue of the motherly love, and the mother’s heartbeat, are very important, in cases of misogyny, hatred of women. I will give you just a few examples.

When men are misogynists, on the astral plane they cluster together in astral rape gangs, and descend upon women in groups of six to nine or 12. And while they are resting, or sleeping, or unconscious in some way, these astral rape gangs descend upon women and begin a chant that involves astral rape.

This has to do with a few with a few things: It has to do with arrogance … you could say … or a lack of relationship to the Mother, which results in lack of empathy, and increased male bonding, not counterbalanced by the feelings of empathy and love such as a mother would have.

So the astral rape gangs suddenly descend! I know some of you are hearing this clairaudiently, or have experienced this feeling of astral rape, or astral ‘gangbang’. (Some use other words for it.)

And so, when they descend, what you say is (and paying attention to the soft tone of the voice, and the smooth, slow rhythm of the voice) …

 

I am irresponsive to your plea. I am irresponsive to your plea.

The next bit of banter may have something to do with a kind of a very mild taunt by one of the men in the astral rape gang; and it goes like this …

 

I thought you loved me more than anything! (Seeming sincere, right?) And this is as far as I have gotten as to the response to this; you will notice it has the same tone and rhythm as the last response  … and it goes like this …

That dandelion thing is not for me. That dandelion thing is not for me. 

Alternatively, you could say: That hootenanny thing is not for me. That hootenanny thing is not for me.

That somehow diffuses the energy of misogyny … hatred of women … on the astral plane. I think that it will be sufficient, even though it is incomplete; it will be sufficient to allow you to phrase your own concepts, your own responses, in your own terms, if you will use the same soothing tone, and the same rhythm … the same syllable and the same accents … like in poetry.

All right, everyone … very good luck with this. I hope this works, because the turning of the Atlantean age, which is just taking place right now … back to an era of balance between the Divine Masculine and Feminine … requires us to find a pacific counter to the energies of misogyny that have arisen to a crescendo in 2012, and are now beginning to abate.

Postscript

Iambic Tetrameter: The Mother’s Heartbeat. I just did some research on the rhythm and the accents of the two examples that I gave, and I found out they are both examples of Iambic Tetrameter … That is, more or less, sets of an unstressed syllable, followed by a stressed syllable … that is the Iamb … it is the rhythm of the heartbeat; and Tetrameter means that there are four such sets of syllables in the line.

A good example of Iambic Tetrameter is Joyce Kilmer’s poem called “The Tree” … which everybody knows. The rhythm goes like this: da-Daah, da-Daah, da-Daah, da-Daah … one unstressed syllable, followed by a stressed syllable … and four sets of these.

As you can tell, it is the feeling of a steady heartbeat, the loving heartbeat of the mother; the very first rhythm that a child ever knows. While still unborn, it feels that rhythm; so it is a very reassuring, calming rhythm. And it helps in cases of anger or upset or rage, or even of unbridled sexual attraction. It helps calm a person’s heart, I feel.

Iambic Pentameter: The Slow Gallop. It is worth noting that there are other examples of the iambic poetry; for example, the one that I always loved: Iambic Pentameter, which is five sets of Iambic syllables. To me that feels kind of like a horse in a slow gallop across a beautiful, summer meadow.

There are examples of Iambic Pentameter in the writing of William Shakespeare, John Donne, and Geoffrey Chaucer. I think that Iambic Pentameter gained popularity because, in those days, people often rode horseback; and that galloping feeling … that slow, galloping feeling … was something that allowed them to compose poetry while on the hunt, for example, or going to war, or just riding a horse for the fun of it. And reciting that poetry probably reminded them of all those adventures that they had on horseback, in their lives.

In love, light and joy,
I Am of the Stars
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What’s a Doc to Do? … a poem by Alice B. Clagett

Written on 7 October 2018; published on 22 October 2018

  • What’s a Doc to Do? … A poem by Alice B. Clagett, 7 October 2018

Dear Ones,

Here is a poem I wrote for a creative writing class on 7 October 2018. The assignment was to describe the air, sounds, and movement of the Light that day …

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What’s a Doc to Do?
a poem by Alice B. Clagett, 7 October 2018

From the depths of this that is
arising . . .
…..brand spanking
……….Soul searing
……………Too bright to look at

right on, way better
than anyone suspected:
………………………..               Golden Breeze Blown morning

Better than
….a baby’s first
………forlorn, bewildered,
…………..top o’ the lungs
………………..Bronx cheer
…………………                  …to All this hullabaloo
…………………..                  .we Big folks feel
………………….                   .is just ..what life . oughta be !

How dare !
…..This red-faced
……….tight fisted
……………tiny tadpole

YELL So LOUD
…..about his borning?

. . . . .

In love, light and joy,
I Am of the Stars
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Codependent Not … by Alice B. Clagett

Filmed on 20 August 2018

Dear Ones,

Here is a video with an affirmation or ‘warding thought’ to prevent codependence in the case of people who are trying to cling to you, who are addicts. There is a Summary after the video ..

VIDEO BY ALICE

SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO

Hello, Dear Ones, It’s Alice. I Am of the Stars.

I have come across a warding thought to prevent codependence in the case of addiction, and in the case of people who are trying to cling to you, who are addicts. They say things in their subconscious minds like: Why does she not love me more than anything? Why does she not love me more than anything? … or … God, I love you. God, I love you. God, I love you. Like that, over and over again, right?

But what they want is for the other person to feel sympathetic to them. They want a feeling of sympathy, right? … to support themselves in their addiction.

So the thing is to say this, or something like this, at the speed of your own heartbeat … It goes like this: Oh poor, poor me. Won’t you have pity on me? Oh poor, poor me. Don’t you feel sorry for me? Like that.

This works almost immediately, but I would keep up for a little time, and then go on to your own mantra, like: I am I. I am One. I love me. And like that, just to cure any feeling of excess empathy. Right? To gain a strong sense of self-esteem, and so forth.

Image: “Leo Carrillo State Park 2,” by Alice B. Clagett, 17 August 2014, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Leo Carrillo State Park 2,” by Alice B. Clagett, 17 August 2014, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Leo Carrillo State Park 6,” by Alice B. Clagett, 17 August 2014, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Leo Carrillo State Park 6,” by Alice B. Clagett, 17 August 2014, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Leo Carrillo State Park 20,” by Alice B. Clagett, 17 August 2014, CC BY-SA 4.

Image: “Leo Carrillo State Park 20,” by Alice B. Clagett, 17 August 2014, CC BY-SA 4.0

In love, light and joy,
I Am of the Stars
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Life of the Tough … by Alice B. Clagett

Filmed on 28 July 2018

Dear Ones,

A very short video, and Summary afterwards … The percussive musical piece at the end of the video is “Lace (Preview)” by Nctrnm, CC BY 4.0

VIDEO BY ALICE

SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO

Tough Stuff
a poem by Alice B. Clagett

The life of the tough
is rough

Gadzooks
forsooth …
the noose!

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[Music: “Lace (Preview)” by Nctrnm, CC BY 4.0]

Image: “Charmlee Wilderness Park 16,” by Alice B. Clagett, 28 July 2018, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Charmlee Wilderness Park 16,” by Alice B. Clagett, 28 July 2018, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Charmlee Wilderness Park 17,” by Alice B. Clagett, 28 July 2018, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Charmlee Wilderness Park 17,” by Alice B. Clagett, 28 July 2018, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Charmlee Wilderness Park 18,” by Alice B. Clagett, 28 July 2018, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Charmlee Wilderness Park 18,” by Alice B. Clagett, 28 July 2018, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Charmlee Wilderness Park 19,” by Alice B. Clagett, 28 July 2018, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Charmlee Wilderness Park 16,” by Alice B. Clagett, 28 July 2018, CC BY-SA 4.0

In love, light and joy,
I Am of the Stars
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“School” … a poem by Alice B. Clagett

Written on 2 July 2018

Dear Ones,

Here is a new poem by me …

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SCHOOL
A poem by Alice B. Clagett
2 July 2018

What bookish notion schools a bairn
as might a crayfish by a languid bourne?

What did that crawdad ever learn,
that it knew not on finding form?

How, In fact, how shall I take in
all the beings that I am?

How frisk the Veil of by and by
where tens on tens of folks be I ?

— one just borning and the next full grown
— one soft cocooning, in carnation’s womb
— 
one swift careening through an astral gloom
turning, hand outstretched, to angelic lumen

Now regal male decked rough, reared up full wild
Now just past childhood mother cradling her own child

Guerrero here, there carpenter or nun
Pagan, Christian, wondering One
Trying, falling, free, then bound
yearning, spurning, missing, found!

How may we reckon age or race or wealth?
How learn the weight of wisdom of our Self?

How find a mooring in this place, that time
when placeless timeless Hearts toward God incline?

He is the flower of the Soul
His the enthralling, star-spanned role
His is the basket that all lives enspline
He is the teacher, He the rhyme

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In love, light and joy,
I Am of the Stars
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Ode to a Scarlet Varlet … a story by Alice B. Clagett

Written on 24 February 2018

Dear Ones,

Here is a story about a crime spree individual. There’s a video, then a Summary with text and audio. This account is entirely fictional …

VIDEO BY ALICE

SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO

Ode to a Scarlet Varlet
A story by Alice B. Clagett

 

You know, some people say that, when a criminal pays,
by going to jail, and then gets out again,
that they’ve paid their debt to society,
and so they deserve a second chance, right?

And so, but …
There are certain criminals that don’t want a second chance!
So I’ve composed this ode in honor of those sorts of criminals.
And it goes like this:

I have paid my debt to society
and I pay it again each week
Die, Sucker, Die!

And a makeover artist says:
If they shine their shoes, and buff up their lats
Nobody will know about their past!

And those guys say:
Die, Haberdasher, Die!

And the ladies say:
Whoo-eee! It’s a lot of fun
Fooling around with the reformed ones!

And those guys say:
Die, Pollyanna, die!

And humanitarians say:
Oh, these guys had such rough childhoods
Maybe we can help them with their livelihood

And those guys say:
Die, Goody Two-Shoes, die!

So, every Friday or Saturday night
They give the citizens quite a fright …

You will pay for the miserable way
You’ve treated us! It’s Judgement Day|
Die, Citizen, Die!

Well, I have to say,
I’m just put out by the situation
I’m daunted …
I’m just not wantin’
this reptilian lingo
to linger
any longer

You already know that story!
But what I hear, on a Friday night, Is
Die, Citizen, Die!

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In love, light and joy,
I Am of the Stars
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